This is a sponsored post for Springfree Trampoline.
For Christmas Lacey received a trampoline {thank you Santa/Springfree Trampoline}, which started lots of conversations between us all on Christmas Day. Conversations and trips down memory lane.
I was about 8 when we got a trampoline for Christmas. Dad stayed up late putting it together while we all slept through it. He couldn’t give the credit to Santa, so he told us what he’d been doing. “Santa gave it to me and I had to put it all together. I was up all night!”
I remember thinking about him in the dark, putting that together for us. Now I realise it’s a rite of passage many parents go through. Just before Christmas I saw on Facebook that many of my friends were doing the same. Funny.
Shane put ours together before Christmas, and there were was a lot of sweat, huffing and puffing.
When Dad put ours together in the dark, he put the mat on upside down. So on Christmas Day he took it off before lunch {leaving just the frame and springs} and said that he’d put it back on after lunch. Impatient I stood on the frame while my cousin watched on. And I fell, winding myself. Having never been winded before I remember looking at my cousin, mouthing the words “GET HELP!” He just looked at me, no idea what to do. I just lay there, freaking out, waiting for the wind to fill my lungs again.
So as we sat around the table at Christmas last year, there were stories about trampolines, tricks, being winded and childhood.
I turned to Hubby and asked, “Did you ever have a trampoline?”
He laughed, “Did you forget I lived in the City all my life?”
Oh.
Trampolines were an essential part of childhood where we were from. I practiced my tricks almost every day; spins, bumsies, high jumps… and there were days in summer that we’d put the sprinkler underneath to keep us cool. The kids down the road had the best trampoline of all. It was at least twice as big as ours, like a professional gymnasts trampoline. I came to the conclusion that they must have been rich to afford such a thing. Not jealous at all.
Lacey’s first experience with a trampoline was a small one we bought when we lived in the City. We ran out of room so we had to take it to my Ma’s house and then my sister’s dog ate it. Meeeemmmmooorrries. See, we’re creating trampoline memories without even realising it.
After that they had a big trampoline at Lacey’s daycare. “She never gets off that thing,” her teacher told us. We didn’t mind. As long as it was wearing her out. Oh, and making her happy.
And now she has her new trampoline. She jumps while Bronte patiently waits on the cool grass next to her. The neighbourhood children have come for a jump. Perhaps they know we have the best trampoline in the street?
I’m a worry-wart parent. I want her to have her independence but I worry. A lot. We positioned the trampoline just outside my office window so I can watch as she jumps, knowing that she’s safe. There will be no getting winded on my watch!
About Springfree™ Trampoline: Trampolines have definitely changed since I was a kid, and even since that cheap one we bought for Lacey that the dog ate. I’m amazed at how different Springfree Trampoline is. Springfree Trampoline was designed by a Dad trying to make trampolines safer. Not a corporate company trying to get rich, but a Dad wanting a safe trampoline for his children and he did good! Springfree Trampoline ‘the world’s safest trampoline’ is the only trampoline design to get rid of the springs, rigid enclosure poles, the hard frame at the jumping surface, and to include the flexible enclosure net that catches any crazy jumpers.
Springfree™ Trampoline R54 Compact Round was also the only trampoline to be recommended by the guys over at CHOICE and to pass their major safety tests. Having visited CHOICE and experienced their testing, I’m imagining them having a good old jump. There’s peace of mind right there. You can like Springfree on Facebook, Twitter, or head over to their site to figure out which trampoline suits your family best.
